This was my first experience with the author, and it was a good one. I would definitely read more of her work. Finding Love at the Christmas Market delivered a feel good and humorous Christmas story. It reminded so much of Hallmark Christmas movies.
In this warm-hearted story we meet Connie, who has been unsuccessful in finding love. She had given upon the whole idea after her last attempt left her penniless. However, when one of her senior citizen customers set up an online dating profile for her, she believes she may have found the one. So, to ensure Heinrich checks all her boxes, she sets out on a trip, along with her friends from the retirement home, to Germany. Then she meets Heinrich’s rival, William, who has her reconsidering her need for a list.
Connie displayed all the anxieties that came with meeting someone whom you have been corresponding with online for the first time. I found her annoying as her actions reeked of desperation and she behaved like a teenager. She didn’t behave like a forty something divorcee with a son was in college.
I instantly disliked Heinrich upon meeting him. Stuffy, boring, selfish and passionless. Everything aspect of his life had to be planned, even the intimate moments.
William is the polar opposite. However, he is facing financial and family issues and was not looking for a relationship, but fate had other plans.
I loved how the senior citizens brought humour to the story with their antics and witty remarks. I loved the relationship which existed between them and Connie. They were like one big family.
I enjoyed the setting and the vivid descriptions of the market and the variety of baked goods. I now have a desire to experience Christmas in Germany. The author made it all sounds so delightful.
Unfortunately, the romance did not live up to my expectations. It was ok, but I hoped for more development, which would have made it believable.
Conclusion/Recommendation
Overall, Finding Love at the Christmas Market delivered a heart-warming Christmas story. Fans of festive reads would enjoy this delightful story.
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About Jo Thomas
Hi,
I’m Jo Thomas and I write romantic fiction about food and love. I’m not a chef, a farmer or even an enthusiastic amateur foodie with fancy knives, whizzy kitchen equipment and complicated recipes. I just love plain, simple, good quality food, made with love. I love the way food connects us and brings us all around the same table. When I visit somewhere new, I’m fascinated how the food of an area can take me by the hand and lead me into the place’s history, its culture and introduce me to its people and customs. When I first visited Galway and sat in a small restaurant at the end terrace of a row of fisherman’s cottages, looking out of a small window, light by candlelight, the moon came out and shone silver streak across Galway bay. That night I sat there and ate a plate of oysters with shallot and red wine dressing and discovered more about the oyster beds and the oyster festivals of the area and realised I had discovered the life blood of the place, its DNA and that I had to write about it in The Oyster Catcher. Writing my second book The Olive Branch I visited one of my favourite restaurants. It’s set in the middle of a family-owned olive grove in Puglia in southern Italy, where everything is grown on the land and cooked on a big open fire: the forno. At the end of our meal the owner, Giuseppe, brought over a bottle of homemade limoncello and sat with us. He put down the bottle and poured us drinks. He asked me what kind of books I wrote. He didn’t speak English and I didn’t speak Italian. I told him I wrote about food and love. He told me life for him was all about the food that he grew on the land, to cook in the kitchen, to put on the table, and he slapped his hand on the scrubbed wooden worn table, for the people we love and he held his hand over his heart in the middle of his chest. And that, I agreed, is what I write about, the stories I tell, from the land, to the table for the ones we love. I hope you enjoy looking around my scrapbook here and the photographs from my research trips. Then once you step into one of my books you’ll feel like you’ve joined me at the table: enjoy being well fed, some laughs and tears along the way and, when you finish, like you’ve had a great big hug at the end of a fabulous family feast.
